Sweet Garden of Solomon

Sa. Your lips are honey dripping sweet.

A vignette blooms between your cheeks. Your fragrance rises,

draws me near. My garden blossoms I enter

here. I'll climb your tree. Not to stop my rivers

flow. Come in peace grand my garden wide like a.

I wish you were my brother who nurse my mother's breath

without protest. This is a song of Solomon, good and true, A sacred text

we all skip through. Sam, You are my.